As I write this from upstate New York, most of the snow has melted, and there have been a few warm, sunny days. The sky is all dark and stormy; the air is disappointingly damp and chilly, not at all like the mythical mild spring day one imagines. And, if springtime means spring vegetables, blossoming fruit trees and crocuses, it’s clearly not yet happening in my neighborhood. Tiny green shoots are visible in bare patches of earth, and the first diminutive dandelions are beginning to emerge. But, as it is my birthday, I’m making a special salad — a glorious, colorful, fresh-tasting salad — and I want it to look and taste like spring.

Source: New York Times April 02, 2021 19:41 UTC